An archive of ball busting stories taken from the former site bbstories.takethepitch.com

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Witches Recipe

By unknown

Morrigan-Hel” is a professional dominatrix who lives in the suburbs of North London. As well as torturing men for money, she and all her female friends amuse themselves by dabbling in the black-arts.

“Mmmmm, running low on youth potion,” she commented to herself one morning as she was looking through her supply of potions.

“It’s my best-seller amongst the lady witches of North London, and I simply can’t have run out!”

She opened up her spell-book, which was given to her by her ex-boyfriend who once was a witch like herself but now resides in her dark cellar (for her torturing pleasure).

“Ha, ha.It’s been ages since I brewed this one up.I’d forgotten how much fun it was getting the main ingredient.Mmmm, swamp weed, eye of a cat,” as she read off items on the recipe list getting to the interesting one.“Ahhh yes here it is. Ha, ha, ha.The testicles of a mature male,” as she began making crushing motions with her left hand.

“Let me see… The procedure involved mixing everything in certain proportions. However the male bollocks had to be ground thoroughly in a pestle and mortar.I didn’t have one in the kitchen last time I cooked this up so I had to improvise,” she smiled wickedly to herself.

She closed her eyes and imagined the last time she crushed a pair of testicles. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she squeezed her thighs together and ground her stilettos into the floor.

“Much more fun grinding them when they are still attached,” she whispered to herself.“Time this recipe was re-written for all my witch friends…Poor fellow.I did keep him as a eunuch for a while.Made him empty his bank account first!” she reminisced, staring at her expensive rings.

Later that evening, Morrigan entered her flat with a man in tow.She’d obviously been out ‘man-hunting’ and caught herself one with a large enough pair of bollocks suitable for her recipe!

In walked the businessman looking extremely distressed. She on the other hand was exhilarated…

“Thank you for the ride home.You have a very, very, very fast car.How much is it worth?” she asked, handing him back the keys.

“It’s very expensive, worth well over 30k,” came the reply.“Look you shouldn’t really have driven that fast!”

“Rubbish darling, those cars are supposed to be driven like that,” she said.

“But you went over pavements and curbs and took most of the corners sideways!” he said looking sadly at his keys.

“Stop being such a wuss!We didn’t get caught, did we?Live a little!”Morrigan stepped up to him and ran her fingers down the front of his chest.“So what’s a girl got to do to borrow that beast for a couple of days?”

The businessman began stuttering.“Errrr, ummm, I would have problems with the insurance and I need it for work and… and…”

Morrigan halted in mid-sentence and opened her jacket to reveal her ample bust “Is all the persuasion you need?”

“Errrr, Ummmm, very nice!” he said, transfixed by the pair of bosoms confronting him.“This was an easy lay,” he thought to himself as he reached out to grab one of her breasts.

“Not so fast tiger, not unless you want my knee in your bollocks.Do you want my knee in your bollocks?”He was taken aback by her response and shook his head vigorously while pulling his groin area back away out of the range of any potential knee.

Morrigan smiled at him. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

The businessman was confused by this statement and shook his head at her remark.

Her tone changed.“Liar,” she replied harshly. “I asked some of the guys at the bar and they were making fun of you because you go and see those women who spank men’s bottoms. What are they called? Dommes?You’re a bit of a weirdo as far as they are concerned, aren’t you?What do you do during your kinky sessions?A bit of spanking perhaps, a bit of whipping or perhaps worse?”

The businessman was stunned at the fact that his little secret was out and began to get all flustered. “Look you’ve got it all wrong…”

“No. I haven’t. You like being dominated by strong bitchy women, don’t you?”

Her commanding voice was too much for him as he lowered his head in shame and squeaked out the word, “Yes.”

“YES, WHAT?” she ordered.

“Yes mistress,” he whispered quietly.

Morrigan smiled to herself.“That’s better. Now stand up like a good boy and take what’s coming to you.”She began to straighten him up.“We can have some sex later.You do want sex with me, don’t you?”

He nodded, but he no longer made eye contact with her.

“Come on, let’s have some fun.One knee in your bollocks,” she ordered as she began to place her hands on his shoulders.

“Please NOT THAT!I like to be spanked, that’s all,” he replied.

“HOW DARE YOU TALK!I WILL TELL YOU WHEN TO SPEAK! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” Morrigan was fuming.

The businessman nodded quickly in fear of this feisty woman.

“Anyhow, it’s a well known fact that a swift knee in the bollocks won’t damage you too much and it will make you last longer in bed. And you do want to last longer in bed with me, don’t you?”

Again he nodded hesitantly.

“Okay, stand back against the wall and close your eyes. It’s very important that you don’t see it coming.”

Morrigan pushed him forcefully up against the wall.She raised her knee several times to his crotch to measure the distance while he kept his eyes tightly shut.He stood there for an age waiting in fear as he felt her hand savagely grasp his bollocks.

“YOU ARE TENSING!” she said viciously as she felt the bottom of his ball-bag to find the location of his testicles.

Morrigan’s fist flew into the base of his throat releasing a gush of air from his lungs. “Ooooooooh.”

In his stunned state Morrigan stopped him doubling over and forced him up against the wall again as he struggled for breath.This time he hadn’t had the chance to tense and retract his balls.

“They should be hanging nice and low for me now,” she whispered into his ear as she delivered a sharp knee to his nads followed quickly by a second and then a third.

Sharp spikes of pain shot up through the victim’s stomach as he slowly collapses to the ground coughing and spluttering.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said, purring.

“Cough, cough… No… not … at…. all… Cough, cough…”

“There, there,” she says with her tongue buried deep in her cheek…

Morrigan’s night of cruelty had just begun.She walked over to the drink’s cabinet to start fixing herself a drink, and slipped in something extra for her guest to make him succumb to the evenings activities.

“There you go.This will help.”Morrigan handed him the lethal cocktail.

The businessman straightened himself up to accept the glass but kept his legs tightly shut. He took some long hard sips of the strong liquor to try and take his mind off the pain in his aching balls.

“Ohhh come on.I didn’t his you that hard, did I?Are your balls sore?”

“No,” he answers, as he vainly tried to impress her.

“Excellent! We’ll do it again then?”

“NO!”He looks shocked at her remark.

“This is just a little bit of foreplay before the real thing,” said Morrigan.

“I… I…. can’t…” he said nervously.

“Of course you can. You are such a big strong man.I bet those balls of yours have taken quite a few kicks in their time.I’ve heard that men with really strong balls can go all night long.I really need a man that can go all night long.Tell me you have really strong balls,” she pleaded as she held onto his arm.

“Well, ummm… yes, very strong balls,” he replied (without even engaging a single brain cell).

“Excellent, let’s test them again then,” said Morrigan.Without letting him realise what he had just let himself in for she took his glasses off him and put them to one side. Like an expert, she manipulated her male victim up against her dancing pole so that she had him in the perfect position to deliver her intended kick.

“Glad to make your acquaintance.”Morrigan raised her stiletto foot to her guests balls as she measured the distance carefully.

“Yaaahh! Whooshh!” she shrieked

“Shmmpphh,” was the sound heard as the tip of her shoe buried itself deep into his most prized possessions.

The businessman bent right over at 90 degrees with shock and horror in his eyes.He starred at her in disbelief. She returned his stare with a look as if to say, “What on earth could be so bad about a kick from little old me?”

He began coughing uncontrollably.

“There, there. Cough them out if you have to!” she said, almost laughing.She sat down to examine her work and sipped on her drink.“Isn’t it wonderful that men have such a vulnerable spot,” she thought to herself.

After a few minutes of watching the tormented male rolling around in agony, she looked down at her watch.“Mmmm, it’s about time that potion kicked in!”She snapped her fingers twice and said in a commanding voice, “Male-pig you are under my command now. Stand against my pole with your legs spread nice and wide.”

The businessman rose to his feet and limped ‘zombie-like’ over to the wall where he was commanded.

“Right, male pig. I’ve brought you here to castrate you.Do you understand?You are making the ultimate sacrifice by offering me your balls for my youth-potion. It will help keep me young and beautiful.And with what’s leftover I should have enough to sell three or four vials to my friends.£100 a vial, that’s not bad, is it male-pig?”

“Not bad,” came the zombie-response.

“Good. I’m glad you think so. I mean your balls are probably worth everything to you, but to me, they’re only worth a couple of hundred quid per testicle.A girl’s got to make a living, you understand don’t you?” she said in a loving tone.

“I am yours to command,” came the response.

“Good.Now your balls need to be pulped before I castrate you so I shall be kicking them as hard as I can until they pop.Is that okay with you pig?”

“Yes mistress,” came the response.It was obvious that the Businessman was not in control.His eyes squinted with pain as the words of the witch were spoken.

But the potion was too strong and, instead of fighting the evil, he nodded obediently and stood with his legs as wide as he could, offering the bitch his precious jewels.

“This is to stop any involuntary responses.”She rendered his arms useless with a stab of a needle in each wrist.His arms immediately flopped to his side as he starred hopelessly out into space. Inside his mind he wanted to protect himself but couldn’t muster any energy to do so.It felt like he was asleep and yet he was awake. It felt like he was outside his body just watching everything without being able to do anything about it.

“These girls have had the pleasure of meeting quite a few men.Haven’t you, girls?”She starred down at her stiletto shoes.

“Well they haven’t actually met them in the same sense as you and I understand, more a question of becoming acquainted with a certain part of them,” Morrigan laughed girlishly.“Let’s just say they love playing football!You understand don’t you?You girls are just rearing to go, aren’t you? What’s that Lucy?”The deranged Morrigan conducted a conversation with her left foot.

“Yes off course you can darling. I know Jossie gets all the fun. It’s because she can kick harder than you…Yes, yes I know she had the last and final kick on that fat slob last week, so you go ahead and kick away today!Try and pop it in fewer kicks than Lucy if you can. Oh, and I need them pulped, so make sure you stamp on them good and hard after popping okay?”

The businessman just closed his eyes as the insane conversation continued.

Then the torment started.Like guns blazing at the start of a battle, her feet went to work.

“Oooofff… Oooooff…. Oooooff…” was the sound heard as air rushed from his lungs, as kick after kick rained into his crotch as Lucy went to work on his balls.

“Fucking black bastard, take that!” Morrigan swore breathlessly as she slapped and punched, while the two fictitious girls attached to her feet, kicked away relentlessly at his ballbag.

“Arrrgghhhh!” was the muffled cry of the male victim as the once healthy balls that hung between his legs were mercilessly kicked into the base of his pelvis.As he slid down the pole, Morrigan got even angrier.

“Squat. Knees open bastard!”The male victim desperately fought to try and stop his knees from being parted.

He knew this was very near the end.In this position his balls were very exposed and they were at the bottom of the range of her swing kick motion, the part where the toe of her foot was travelling fastest.

She seemed instinctively to know the minute the popping of both testicles had occurred, because her toe kicks changed immediately to flat foot stamping.This must have been the final pulping stage.

He finally bent over and wretched over the floor as she stood back in breathless amazement.

“FUCK YES!” she said as she revelled in her evilness.Minutes later the she returned and laid several knives on the table.

“I must be quick. The potion is on the boil in the kitchen and I need the freshly pulped testicles right now!Roll over you fuck and get your balls out for me to slice off!”

The destroyed man tried his best to comply but to no avail.

In her frustration Morrigan stuck a knife deep into his leg.

“AAARRRGHHHH!” he wailed

“There, that should take your mind off the pain in your groin.” She manhandled him onto his back.She unzipped his fly and felt for his balls.

“Mmmm, nice job girls.”She poked and squished her fingers forcefully into the mess that were once his balls.“Right time to say goodbye to your two little ex-friends.”She smiled and she grabbed the handful of man-meat and yanked it out of his trousers.

The businessman just lay there sobbing as she began slicing with the serrated edge of the knife.The last thing he saw was the evil witch hastily running into the kitchen to finish her recipe as he began passing out…